He breaks away from my mouth, chuckling. “That’s what I thought.”
He rears up to his knees, pulls his shirt over his head, and tosses it away, grinning down at me.
He’s so beautiful I lose my breath.
His grin dies and he growls, “I f*****g love it when you look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re mine.”
He tugs off my shirt. He tears off my bra. My jeans and panties he dispenses with in a few quick moves, then I’m naked underneath him, trembling.
He takes a moment to run his hands slowly down my body, from my chest to my thighs, staring at me with the eyes of a hungry wolf. Then he rips open the fly of his jeans.
“Say it.”
My voice comes out in a whisper. “I’m yours.”
He closes his eyes for a moment, exhaling. When he opens his eyes, he reaches into his pants and fists hi
